The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Ugly Little Bird
- Юлия Друнина – Хорошо молодое лицо
- Николай Некрасов – Взирает он на жизнь сурово, строго
- Николай Заболоцкий – Оттепель
- Robert Burns: I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain:
- houses.html
- Sonnet 07 poem – John Milton poems
- Николай Карамзин – Там всё велико, всё прелестно
- An Extempore poem – John Keats poems
- Epigram at RoslinInn by Robert Burns
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- Robert Burns: Beware O’ Bonie Ann:
- The rainy Pleiads wester poem – A. E. Housman
- On a Certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- A Form Of Women by Robert Creely
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